CHNO
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Hello Bluelight,
first of all I'd like to introduce myself. I'm a european student in my early 20s. I've read a lot of threads and posts here on bluelight over the last ≈8 months. I've experienced this forum as a very helpful tool for some to overcome or control their substance (ab)use habits and also as a good source for information. Although I hesitated to share a part of my story in this forum, I came to the conclusion that it might be worth. What I'm going to write is not even close to some of the horrible and pitiful stories that I've read here. This won't knock your socks off, but I'm sure there is enough space on here for me to share my little story.
To start things off, here a brief overview of the status quo 8( :
- Student in his last semester (good grade point average)
- In a long-term relationship (she has never done any drugs besides THC, alcohol and nicotine - she is not even curious)
- Largely satisfied with my life
- Many friends, 3-4 close ones
The past months
Recently I made it my habit to do stimulants. At first Speed (alpha-Methylphenethylamin) and then Meth (N-Methylamphetamin). Well, I would never ever call myself an addict. Never ever. I'm in control, you know? 8)
NOTE: I've came in contact with mentioned substances a couple of times over the last 4 years , but never craved it after I was offered to snort one while partying. It was all about fun. I did it maybe three or four times a year and never paid for it. I was not even considering doing it again the weeks (sometimes months) after. The thought of me going out to buy some was simply not existing.
So far so good, but now back to the recent developments:
If you would ask me how it all began, I seriously don't know. Two of my close friends are having some struggles (not sure if they see it that way, but one of them sometimes talks about it like he's struggling with it) with marijuana. Thus they at least twice a weak went to see their guy in order to take care of their habit. Well, then their guy also began to sell Speed - cheap in price and acceptable regarding quality. We love to party and Speed added something special to that experience.
Then my using pattern changed: I was thinking about using Speed during the week in order to tackle my shortcomings (tiredness, lack of motivation -> Learning for exams and stuff). Didn't work. I mean i was not tired anymore and had motivation, but not the motivation to do productive things. I wasted all the energy and motivation to do the most unproductive things one can imagine
. But somehow I enjoyed it. And I did not even care about the fact that I will not finish my studies before the standard period of study (which I could have easily achieved, I could have saved one whole fucking semester). This is about 7 months ago and I did Speed for about 4 months. I mean I did not do it all the time, sometimes I did not use it for 5 days +. But it was on a very regular basis.
Well then came the day when the guy stopped selling speed. Well, a big letdown. My friends have made it very convenient for me. I did not even have to step a foot outside my door to receive my drugs. They just brought it along, as they live near to me and had to meet the guy either way.
But as already mentioned things changed. Since then (ca. 3 months ago) I am experimenting with Meth. NOTE: In my region Meth very easy to obtain, while acceptable Speed is not very common (at least not from what i know). This was the beginning of it (conversation between me and the friend who was taking care of buying the speed for me):
Guess what? Called my old friend XYZ. Again: Home-delivery
(Obtaining drugs in such a convenient way in less than 2 hours makes it hard for me to fight cravings) Note: I cannot stand the idea of me walking the streets with drugs in my pocket. I cannot stand the idea of me driving to strange dealers in order to feed a nasty destructive habit. This is not the "me" I want to be. Back to my habit: I'm doing Meth since 3 months on a more or less regular basis - It usually takes 4-5 (the maximum was 9) days until I re-order. I realized that it does not do me any good. The last three times I ordered I said to myself that it is going to be the last time.
Well, my fingers hurt and I feel that I don't really know what I'm writing anymore, so I'll make it short:
Those 3 months of Meth abuse were the most unproductive months of my recent life, consisting of weird habits like extensive research on topics I would not even care about if I was trapped in an elevator for three days. I mean this is fucked up and huge waste of time, as it does not get me anywhere. You get the idea, I am sure a lot of you have been there.
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REFLECTION
But more important than what has been, is what will come. The past is done, I cannot turn back the hands of time. But I can focus on kicking this fucked up habit. I decided to never buy that shit again after I finished the last bag. This was 12 days ago, but yesterday I picked up the phone and dialed the number of my old friend (also he says that he is feeling that it is becoming a little bit too much lately). So now I am here and though I decided several times that I am not using again, my longest sober run was 11 days. What shocks me somehow is that I don't even enjoy being under the influence anymore. I really don't like it that much anymore. But this also gives me confidence, because in my teenage years i was very keen on smoking marijuana. Somehow I did not longer enjoy the trip, so I stopped. I sometimes sit in a room with pot smokers and seriously do not want to even take a drag.
But if I am not enjoying it anymore, then why am I still using it? This is the question I am asking myself right now. Deep inside I know that it is not the force of the drug that keeps me hanging on. I know I could kick Meth's ass, if I wanted to. It is not the addictive potential of this drug. Experienced Meth years before (the rush and the high was awesome), but never craved it. As I said I truly believe I could kick Meth's ass. But I came to realize that I am not able to kick my own ass. A bluelight post by the user "chugs" from the year 2004 in another thread had me thinking about denial and the reason I still use this drug:
I told myself I was still using, because I have spare-time and am bored. I have never been bored. First of all everytime I told myself that I am bored, there were tons of things that had to be taken care of, actually. And also I have never been bored in general - I am not a person who gets bored, I always find things to do (besides doing drugs of course) that give me a fun time, wether alone or with someone else.
When I read chugs' post it hit me: One time, during my sober time depressing thoughts that are related to a girl I know came up again. This was a surprise. I realized that I had no contact to her for about 4-5 months (even though we're pretty close usually). What really surprised me was that I did not even think of her during that time period! Not a single thought. This is just one more or less depressing issue that somehow creeps up inside of me from time to time when I'm sober.
I know one thing: I am miserable at looking into my soul. I never talk to anyone about my issues and I have never begin to identify them by myself. So far, I have lived my life deep down in denial of anything negative that arouse. Sometimes I feel a little bit like the priest Ivan in the movie "Adam's Apples". Does anyone know this movie? It's one of my favorite
.
I came to the conclusion that I am using drugs* for the purpose of denial.
* I say drugs because I believe I would seriously not care which substance lets down the shutters)
So my final statement is, that I will stop abusing psychoactive substances in order to hide from my issues. Instead I will try to tackle them. Meth may be a bitch, but remember that you are the pimp^^. I will keep you updated, if you wish so.
If anybody questions the intention of my thread, I am not sure either. I just feel better by telling somebody (I'm a genius at hiding my use) and also I think it will help me that I wrote my thoughts down, so I can re-read it.
P.S. Sorry for the long text, I am not used to writing in internet forums. Have a nice weekend
first of all I'd like to introduce myself. I'm a european student in my early 20s. I've read a lot of threads and posts here on bluelight over the last ≈8 months. I've experienced this forum as a very helpful tool for some to overcome or control their substance (ab)use habits and also as a good source for information. Although I hesitated to share a part of my story in this forum, I came to the conclusion that it might be worth. What I'm going to write is not even close to some of the horrible and pitiful stories that I've read here. This won't knock your socks off, but I'm sure there is enough space on here for me to share my little story.
To start things off, here a brief overview of the status quo 8( :
- Student in his last semester (good grade point average)
- In a long-term relationship (she has never done any drugs besides THC, alcohol and nicotine - she is not even curious)
- Largely satisfied with my life
- Many friends, 3-4 close ones
The past months
Recently I made it my habit to do stimulants. At first Speed (alpha-Methylphenethylamin) and then Meth (N-Methylamphetamin). Well, I would never ever call myself an addict. Never ever. I'm in control, you know? 8)
NOTE: I've came in contact with mentioned substances a couple of times over the last 4 years , but never craved it after I was offered to snort one while partying. It was all about fun. I did it maybe three or four times a year and never paid for it. I was not even considering doing it again the weeks (sometimes months) after. The thought of me going out to buy some was simply not existing.
So far so good, but now back to the recent developments:
If you would ask me how it all began, I seriously don't know. Two of my close friends are having some struggles (not sure if they see it that way, but one of them sometimes talks about it like he's struggling with it) with marijuana. Thus they at least twice a weak went to see their guy in order to take care of their habit. Well, then their guy also began to sell Speed - cheap in price and acceptable regarding quality. We love to party and Speed added something special to that experience.
Then my using pattern changed: I was thinking about using Speed during the week in order to tackle my shortcomings (tiredness, lack of motivation -> Learning for exams and stuff). Didn't work. I mean i was not tired anymore and had motivation, but not the motivation to do productive things. I wasted all the energy and motivation to do the most unproductive things one can imagine

Well then came the day when the guy stopped selling speed. Well, a big letdown. My friends have made it very convenient for me. I did not even have to step a foot outside my door to receive my drugs. They just brought it along, as they live near to me and had to meet the guy either way.
But as already mentioned things changed. Since then (ca. 3 months ago) I am experimenting with Meth. NOTE: In my region Meth very easy to obtain, while acceptable Speed is not very common (at least not from what i know). This was the beginning of it (conversation between me and the friend who was taking care of buying the speed for me):
Me: "Hey are you driving today?" Friend: "No, but I will tomorrow. Also he is not selling what you want anymore." Me: "Well, not too bad. I was not planning on doing it anymore anyway. Just wanted it one more time, because I have to finish two essays until tomorrow morning." Friend: "Sure
. You could call your old friend XYZ, but he can only sell you Meth 
. Just buy Red Bull man, bye."



Guess what? Called my old friend XYZ. Again: Home-delivery


Well, my fingers hurt and I feel that I don't really know what I'm writing anymore, so I'll make it short:
Those 3 months of Meth abuse were the most unproductive months of my recent life, consisting of weird habits like extensive research on topics I would not even care about if I was trapped in an elevator for three days. I mean this is fucked up and huge waste of time, as it does not get me anywhere. You get the idea, I am sure a lot of you have been there.
______________________________________________
REFLECTION
But more important than what has been, is what will come. The past is done, I cannot turn back the hands of time. But I can focus on kicking this fucked up habit. I decided to never buy that shit again after I finished the last bag. This was 12 days ago, but yesterday I picked up the phone and dialed the number of my old friend (also he says that he is feeling that it is becoming a little bit too much lately). So now I am here and though I decided several times that I am not using again, my longest sober run was 11 days. What shocks me somehow is that I don't even enjoy being under the influence anymore. I really don't like it that much anymore. But this also gives me confidence, because in my teenage years i was very keen on smoking marijuana. Somehow I did not longer enjoy the trip, so I stopped. I sometimes sit in a room with pot smokers and seriously do not want to even take a drag.
But if I am not enjoying it anymore, then why am I still using it? This is the question I am asking myself right now. Deep inside I know that it is not the force of the drug that keeps me hanging on. I know I could kick Meth's ass, if I wanted to. It is not the addictive potential of this drug. Experienced Meth years before (the rush and the high was awesome), but never craved it. As I said I truly believe I could kick Meth's ass. But I came to realize that I am not able to kick my own ass. A bluelight post by the user "chugs" from the year 2004 in another thread had me thinking about denial and the reason I still use this drug:
Try and work out why you started taking meth? you might think it was because you just wanted a good time but perhaps in all the time you've taken meth you may have stopped thinking about a person or an emotional event (probably old and half-forgotten). [...] I characterise it by the fact that if your taking drugs and not having a good time yet contiune to do so generally your behaviour is being motivated by denial or some other deepseeded emotional issue.
I told myself I was still using, because I have spare-time and am bored. I have never been bored. First of all everytime I told myself that I am bored, there were tons of things that had to be taken care of, actually. And also I have never been bored in general - I am not a person who gets bored, I always find things to do (besides doing drugs of course) that give me a fun time, wether alone or with someone else.
When I read chugs' post it hit me: One time, during my sober time depressing thoughts that are related to a girl I know came up again. This was a surprise. I realized that I had no contact to her for about 4-5 months (even though we're pretty close usually). What really surprised me was that I did not even think of her during that time period! Not a single thought. This is just one more or less depressing issue that somehow creeps up inside of me from time to time when I'm sober.
I know one thing: I am miserable at looking into my soul. I never talk to anyone about my issues and I have never begin to identify them by myself. So far, I have lived my life deep down in denial of anything negative that arouse. Sometimes I feel a little bit like the priest Ivan in the movie "Adam's Apples". Does anyone know this movie? It's one of my favorite

I came to the conclusion that I am using drugs* for the purpose of denial.
* I say drugs because I believe I would seriously not care which substance lets down the shutters)
So my final statement is, that I will stop abusing psychoactive substances in order to hide from my issues. Instead I will try to tackle them. Meth may be a bitch, but remember that you are the pimp^^. I will keep you updated, if you wish so.
If anybody questions the intention of my thread, I am not sure either. I just feel better by telling somebody (I'm a genius at hiding my use) and also I think it will help me that I wrote my thoughts down, so I can re-read it.
P.S. Sorry for the long text, I am not used to writing in internet forums. Have a nice weekend
